You get to go to bed at eleven after watching a scary movie.
And no one tries to wipe the evidence of the chocolate chip pancakes you ate at 6AM from your adorable mouth.
You can (pretend) to play video games all day long.
And get first hand lessons on how to blow off your mother from your oldest cousin who says on repeat, "Mom. Stop worrying about them. I got it."
Cute girls might even try to pick you up.
Just in time for your own stand up comedy show.
Where you have your own fan club.
All because your mother had to go and have that silly baby, who might not be so bad after all.